You looked yourself over in the mirror. Yao, your best friend, had called not 10 minutes earlier, saying that he wanted to meet you at a new Chinese resturuant down the block. Gladly, you agreed.

Finding yourself presentable, you went out to sit on the porch and wait. Your wait wasn't long at all, considering how punctual the Chinese man was. You waved at him as he approached the stoop, him doing the like.

"Nihao, _! Ready to go to the noodle shop?" You were about to nod, but your stomach answered first, making you blush.

You and Yao stood in line at the noodle shop, eventually getting to the front. Looking around, you saw tons of people. This place is packed…Good thing we got here at the right time!

Yao nudged your arm, pointing to the menu. "Pick whatever you want. It's on me, aru!" You smiled at the man's chipper attitude.

"Are you sure, Yao? Paying the tip is the least I can-" Yao held up a silencing hand, cueing you to stop. "I assure you, it's fine, _. I have some very important news that I want to talk to you about, so the bill is the least of my worries…"

You nodded at him, taking another look at the menu. Something cheap…something cheap…Ewww!

You tugged on your friend's sleeve. "Yao, what's a… *Pu puplatter?"

You sat across from Yao at one of the small, decorated tables. In the end, you decided on getting the shrimp fried rice. Yao had already dug into his meal, though he stopped when he noticed your confused look at the silverware.

"_, d-do you, not know how to use chopsticks?"

Your cheeks were dusted a light pink, your eyes wide in embarrassment. In an effort to earn back some pride, you picked up the chopsticks, one in each hand.

"D-Don't be silly, Yao! Of course I know how to use chopsticks…" Awkwardly, you positioned both of the sticks in your hand, stabbing at the shrimp in your bowl.

Yao watched in pure shock as you tried (and failed) to properly grasp your food. Finally, he'd had enough. Abruptly standing from his seat, Yao walked over to your side of the table.

Without hesitation, he placed his large hand over yours, examining your finger position."Aiyah, _. I've seen many bad hand positions in my years, but this is by far the worst, aru!"

Delicately taking your fingers, he spread them out over the chopstick, saying it was just like holding a pencil (aru).

The whole time, your face was red. And not tomato-red, you'd gone up to Chinese-flag-red. He was now very close to you his eyes never leaving your hand.

You'd never admit it, but you'd always had a small crush on the cute Chinese man. Okay, a huge, undying love for him. You'd wanted for the longest to confess to him, but never had the guts to…

"There, aru~! You now have the perfect chopstick hand!" Yao's triumphant smile faltered when he saw your redder-than-red face. "_, are you alright? Are you sick?"

Heh, I just finished my first China fanfic, sorry if he's OOC... Please R&R! (Don't forget to check out my Hetalia website, I need more writings and games! Feed this starving creator~! Tell me in a comment below if you want me to look at your writings/flash games. I'll get back to you ASAP!)Website: hetaworld.weebly.com

I tried googling the uses of chopsticks and all of them are food related XDD though this one part said that you could use chopsticks to remove dog poop if you accidentally stepped on one XDD but that's probably not what China meant therefore I'm still left clueless about the last part